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Decimasciples

My friend Claudia posted this and I thought I would share it here.

I have shown this picture to my children. Their guesses were:

P.O. Box

Filing Cabinet

Recipe Box

Roll the decks (not a typo)

Etc.

I explained to them that back in the day when we went into the library we had to chant and incantation over a slaughtered goat that we had offered up to the great Dewey.

We were decimasciples of the deep magic.

This is really short tonight but it made me laugh, and I miss those days.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

Quarantine (No Consistency)

I took the day off today to have a day. I was going to kick back, watch some TV and have my time. The same plan I had last Wednesday that went awry.

It was a nice day weather-wise.

My wife has a meeting on Wednesday mornings, and she overslept, so I offered to take our son to school. That way, she wouldn’t have to drop him off and my daughter off, and she would make it to work on time for her meeting.

That was at 8:15.

Sure enough 10 o’clock rolled around, and I got a phone call.

β€œMr. Seegars, your son has been identified as a close contact with a child who has Covid. You will need to come to pick him up.”

Now, we’re not getting overexcited about all this. It doesn’t mean that he has Covid. The way they test here it’s completely plausible that the other kid doesn’t have Covid either.

Now, the reason I’m writing about this, not just because it’s about my day, no it’s about the total circus that I had to go through to pick up my child from school.

I arrived at the school with my mask on (wear the damned mask) and walked into the office. There’s this large plexiglass shield so that the covid won’t get directly on anyone, and I had to yell at the unmasked secretary to get her to pay attention to the fact that someone was standing directly in front of her. She was too busy on her phone.

You’re a school district employee sitting in front of a tax payer on your phone. Wise up.

She was sufficiently put off about having to do her job.

Then I was told I’d have to go back to the lobby. Again, no one in the office is wearing a mask. Is it for Covid reasons? No. It’s for security reasons. The doors are badged and secured so not just anyone can walk in. What if someone dangerous walked through the door?

Well, guess what? I can be considered someone dangerous, trained by Uncle Sam to be dangerous. Not that I would ever do anything to endanger the lives of anyone around me. But the very reason those doors are there made me kind of laugh. They are not taking security seriously, it’s no joking matter. I take the safety and security of our children in this day and age very seriously. What if the wrong person does walk through those doors?

While I was waiting on my son, I needed to talk to the school nurse. I needed to ask if my daughter who is in high school, would have to quarantine as well because she’s in constant contact with my son.

Here we go again. The secretary isn’t on her phone this time; she’s talking to a coworker. They were close enough to kiss. I knocked on the window, and they both looked at me and then continued to talk.

And so I made my presence known. By loudly banging on the window.

β€œI need to talk to the nurse please.”

β€œShe’s on the phone.”

β€œWill you please let her know I need to talk to her.”

β€œAfter she gets off the phone. Please sit down.”

She did not let the nurse know. I remained standing because I do what I want.


My son came out, and I had to tell him to go back and get his drum kit from the band room. He walks back through the office past the unmasked folk and goes back to the band room to get his drum kit. Wouldn’t it have been safer, given the situation, for one of the folks from the office to get said kit so that my possibly infected son decreased the amount of contact with anyone else in the school? I guess not.

We sat another ten minutes waiting for the nurse, at which time I had to ask again to talk to the nurse.

Then she comes out and asked why I was leaving without talking to her first.

One, they rushed me out.

Two, I couldn’t get permission from Her Majesty over there to speak to you.

Three, I don’t know the protocol. It’s my first time.

Hell, it’s y’all’s fiftieth time and y’all don’t know what the protocol is.

My daughter doesn’t have to quarantine, which is fine. It makes absolutely no sense at all. But this is fine.


OK, so I am not anti-mask. There is a time and place still for that. It’s a personal choice. I have to wear one at work. All our schools are seeing increases in Covid cases. It would make sense to me that if any of these adults are around a child who is suspected even of having Covid that they would put on a mask. This is not the case. Again, it’s a personal choice. There is no mandate in South Carolina. To me it’s common sense.

The fact that my son was allowed to walk back-and-forth through the school while being suspected of having close contact with someone with Covid bothers me. I’m there to take him home to quarantine him for two weeks, why are you letting him walk back-and-forth through the school?

The security thing is a whole other issue. Public education often gets worse because the people who are running things have public educations. But these are people who were raised in a time when they taught you something you needed to know in schoolβ€”things like common sense. Which it is said cannot be taught, but you can be taught to mimic it.

I’m going to end my little rant here. I pray that my son is okay. I pray that the other child, his friend, is okay.

On the educational side, I’m not worried about him not being at school. He’s brighter than most of the kids I meet anyway. He has his moments where he is nothing but a dumb kid. But he’s clever, quick, and he’s going to do alright no matter what.

If I were going to give the school district a letter grade today, it would be an F-. only because I think that’s as low as you can go.

Y’all need to get your crap together.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

Time Slips Away


It doesn’t take long to stop and enjoy what you happen to enjoy in life. It’s really only stopping for five minutes and taking in what’s around you. I don’t take my camera out of the bag enough; I’m guilty of looking straight down the road and only focusing on the destination as of late when I should be taking time to enjoy the journey.


There’s so much to see and I forget sometimes that I have to work for a living; I am a husband and father, and those come first. And I like my job and love my family.


But what I do, not best and not what I enjoy most, what’s at my core and gives me peace and alone time is this:

Just wandering and exploring and watching the revival of this and destruction of that. I’m an observer; I keep the record so that others might see what we were and what we are to become.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

I Don’t Understand People

This came up in my memories on Facebook today. It was an interesting conversation that blew my mind. I don’t think like that. My son will never. Neither will my daughter.

This post may seem outdated with all that’s going on, but it is what popped up today, and this is what I’m writing about tonight.

Welcome to my blog.

Teach your children well.


I’m in a local group on Facebook (yeah yeah, I don’t care), and a conversation started that could have turned into argument. The lady I was going back and forth with is thirty-five; I’m fifty-three. This was a whole β€œurge men to not commit sexual assault” thing.

She stated that men should be told not to assault women sexually.

I responded that no one should ever have to have that conversation with anyone. Really. What world are we living in?

I’ve removed her name from my response after I asked (politely) her age.

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I’m 53. I think not by much, but a slight generational gap of seventeen years has done a number on the male/female back and forth.

Seriously, no one should ever have that conversation with anyone. Or have to rather.

I have never treated any female any way she has not invited me to.

I think a large part of this, and it sounds like an excuse so whatever, is that a lot of males really don’t have a man to teach them how to be a man through action and not word.

My father never acted like that, so I knew it without it being spoken.

We are built to protect, treasure, and adore y’all. And a lot of us are ugly and rough.

And I have to say, and this might set you off, y’all are built pretty and softer to complement what we absolutely lack, the beauty in this world.

Now a younger generation not shown how to act and taught that it’s okay to just do what they want (talking about males edit to add: females as well in 2021) don’t have the emotional and mental training (discipline) to differentiate the signals in their minds.

Is that way over complicated? Probably. But that’s where I’m at and how I’m wired.
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Action and not word.

I know I’m preaching to the choir with the men I surround myself with both online and in real life.

Action and not word.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

It’S FrIDaY!

Just off the Robert W. Williams Interchange in beautiful Florence, SC.

It’s Friday morning. I’m back on the special project we are working on for another company.

I started this morning in general merchandise/grocery. I walked into a manager having a nervous breakdown; I checked in and went straight to work. Retail is hard, but…

It has been a long day. I’m back home now sitting here with Ms. Fibble.

Time to shower, eat, watch some TV, AND THEN…hit the road again.

Tonight is Friday. Tonight is the first home football game of the season.

I’m excited!

Is there anything more free than a Friday night high school football game? It’s just so American. The football team, rooting for your favorite, the food, the cheerleaders chanting on the sideline.

I’m not a sportsball guy at all.

I’m there for the band. And my two kids.

More later. Most definitely.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

Good Old Days (A Glimpse At My Past)

My daughter went out on her first real night out with friends Friday night.

What started as three girls turned into three girls, two guys, and a little sister. All band geeks. And that’s cool.

This Easter. She’s still a kid, even at sixteen. Plus, candy.

She was sitting there last night telling us about what they did and mentioned, β€œwe went and got Taco Bell and sat in the bank parking lot and ate,” and then she just smiled.

One of those smiles of pure joy.

I remember those days. Just plain and simple. Happy.

Nothing beats that.


Yeah. That’s good.

I think I’ll leave it there tonight.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

Wednesday August 11, 2021

I met the boss and his boss this morning to check out a couple of locations we will be doing a test program with. Everything went well, and out of the two locations, I think I got the better one.

The people are friendly, the work is simple, and it’s just running support. The following five weeks should be different, at least. My work life in retail rarely changes.

Not my location.

After that, I went to lunch with the bosses and talked for a while. Me and Derick have worked together a good bit over the past year. I’ve written about him before. Today was my first time meeting Martin face to face. The whole time I’ve worked for this company, I’ve never met the regional manager for my region. Nice fellow. Genuinely likable.

I can work for him.


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This afternoon I came home and kicked back awhile and watched Freaky.

For me this was pretty entertaining. I kind of like horror films and I love comedy. I really enjoy Vince Vaughn. There were scenes in this movie I don’t think anyone else could have pulled off properly.

This was on HBOMax. I’d seen the DVD at work, and since it was there and I had the time, why not?


Right now, I’m watching a comedy classic, Hudson Hawk.

This isn’t considered one of Bruce Willis’ best films. This was his baby. He wrote the story. It nearly sunk his career before he made his comeback in Pulp Fiction. And the rest is history.

I think it’s great. Willis and Aiello are perfect together. Willis reminds me of his character in Moonlighting. I’m hoping that it has found some sort of cult classic status now.

Sadly, we lost Danny Aiello in 2019.


And now the fun starts.

The kids are home.

The wife is home.

Supper is on the stove.

It’s Sheperd’s Pie tonight. I love her Sheperd’s Pie.

She’s cooking it special for me tonight.

Because today is kind of special.

It’s my birthday.

It’s a math problem.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

First Day And Accomplishments

It’s only August 5th, and the kids are already going back to school. It is way too early for school. Summer isn’t over. We used to get out in May and go back after Labor Day.

I wouldn’t say I like this.

I now have a sixth-grader and a junior in High School.

I am getting old.

I wouldn’t say I like this.


Both of the kids are in the High School marching band and I am extremely proud of both of them.

Logan shines in the band. It’s her thing. I have never seen such a change come over a person when they take the field. She goes to battleβ€”a completely different kid from her usual laid-back self.

Sam was invited to try out for the high school band this year (he’s a sixth-grader), and he made it. He’s in the percussion section. Today was the first day of middle school.

He’s in middle school band class with a couple of kids from his elementary. One of them is Mallory, with who he has been in a rivalry since kindergarten. Grades, sports, etc.

She is a pretty thorn in his side.

He was talking about band class and mentioned that Mallory was in that class with him.

I look over and say, β€œSam, you did it. You beat Mallory. You’re in the high school band!”

He’s been walking around the house grinning like an idiot for the last thirty minutes. β€œI did it! I’ma have a celebratory donut!”

Celebratory Donut

You take the losses with a good attitude. But everyone should celebrate themselves every once in a while.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

Friday Knights

I spent the last part of the evening with the band at the school, getting a few videos and pics.

For the first week of band camp and with so many new members, their sound is excellent. Their movement in marching looks excellent as well. I’m not as picky as the band director. πŸ˜‰

I know; it’s his job to be picky. That bronze and silver state medal aren’t hanging there waiting for the gold to join them because he’s easy on them.

I want him to know that they wouldn’t be the band they are without him. He’s the reason there’s a marching band program.


My two.

I’m partial to the the mellophone and percussion sections this year. One child in each.


It has been a long week for all four of us. Eight-hour workdays all around. It’s a good thing for all of us but hard on Sam. He has never had to put in this kind of effort for something like marching band. But he’s enjoying it.

Logan is in her zone. I love seeing her this passionate over something. It’s her thing.

It’s late. I’m tired.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

Pain and Pleasure

I’ve been having continuing trouble with my shoulder and have been voluntarily seeing a physical therapist for it.

Two weeks ago, we were on vacation, and I had to cancel appointments due to that.

Last week I had to cancel appointments due to work. I wasn’t asked to; I stepped up.

Dr. Gindi is an excellent PT. I have to do my part and do the work and he can help me. I have to be there for my appointments.

This morning my shoulder started hurting so bad I nearly threw up. Time to leave work! I called and they moved my appointment from tomorrow to today, and off I went.

I was stretched, decompressed, heated, and adjusted. I feel much better.

That was the pain.


The kids are off at band camp, and we don’t pick them up until 9:00.

So this week, it’s just Mags and me for supper.

Tonight she made a great Shepherds Pie, and I realized it’s one of my favorite things she cooks. I had to add it to my mental list.

It’s simple for her to make, which I like because she doesn’t have to spend a ton of time in the kitchen (don’t worry, ladies, I spend my fair share of time in there.) And it’s delicious and got.

We have an agreement, and so tonight, I’ll do cleanup.

So we sat and ate and watched a favorite show together.

And that was the pleasure.

That’s it. That’s the post.

Seegars

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